I don’t understand how anyone could ever hate the beach. To be honest, I have no idea where I would be right now without it. The waves, while unforgiving, don’t judge. The sun doesn’t sear you with worried eyes and taut expressions. The wind doesn’t push for words when you don’t feel like talking. The sand doesn’t crunch beneath your feet like the eggshells everyone seems to walk on around me. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
